"Soul Cone!"

In the boundless dark space, Wang Yan's voice fell, and a soul power instantly condensed, turning into a soul cone, ignoring the big hand grabbed by the Blood Shura, and at an extremely fast speed, it swept out towards the Blood Shura.

"Ding..."

It was like the sound of gold and iron clashing came out without warning, and in the next moment, Blood Shura's figure froze, and the palm he grabbed was withdrawn, and he touched his forehead covered with demon patterns.

"Soul attack, something interesting. ”

Blood Shura said gloomily, and there were three blood-red magic patterns circulating at the center of his eyebrows, resisting Wang Yan's soul cone, but even so, Blood Shura should have received some impact.

"Kill him..."At the same time, Wang Yan didn't know if it was a hallucination, and there was a faint old voice, seeming... It came out of the mouth of the Blood Shura.

"This is..."Wang Yan was slightly stunned, he could be sure that this voice definitely did not belong to the Blood Shura, and then his expression froze.

"The Spirit of the Firmament Shovel?" Wang Yan said secretly in his heart, his eyes flickering as he looked at the Blood Shura who was confused for a moment in front of him.

"Damn, it turns out that you haven't completely dissipated yet, huh.... But it's okay, it devoured you completely, you... None of them can be left. At this moment, the blood Shura was like a double personality, and he smiled suspiciously.

"Kill him, I can feel that you have the Xuantian Sword and the spirit of the Qiankun Cauldron on your body. The old voice sounded again, bitter and helpless. "After thousands of years, I didn't expect that when my old friends met, I would be in such a form. ”

"The power of the Xuantian Sword and the Qiankun Cauldron can restrain him, little guy... It's up to you. The weak voice came out again, and although the gaze looking at Wang Yan was still empty, it made Wang Yan's spirits lift.

"Shut up, you waste, you've been hiding for endless years, I'm afraid you're waiting for now, but it's a pity, he's too weak, hahaha..."

"You are destined to be a part of my Blood Asura Demon Spirit. Blood Shura's voice fell, his body gradually distorted, and a bloodthirsty red light continued to spread out from his body, and the figure of his soul state also rose against the storm and turned into two zhang before he could stop.

"Whew..."Wang Yan took a deep breath, looked at the behemoth in front of him, and felt the powerful power overflowing from above his body, his palm flipped, and the dark Xuantian Dao appeared directly in his hand, and at the same time, the turtle-like Qiankun pot floated up directly, and the lines on it were instantly covered by the ground flames, and at the same time, they continued to skyrocket, and the overflowing light expelled the boundless darkness, making this space bright.

The turtleshell-like Qiankun pot continued to expand and rise, and finally seemed to turn into this side of the sky, the sky was covered with dense lines, and the swirling earth flame was like lightning and thunder, constantly flickering, and a strange force gradually covered the heaven and earth.

"What a seductive power... Mine, mine, all mine!" Blood Shura licked his lips, the tip of his scarlet tongue revealed a wave of greed, and a low voice echoed, and after his gaze was withdrawn from the Qiankun pot covering the sky, it landed on the Xuantian Dao body that exuded a dark sword in front of Wang Yan, and said gloomily.

"Want... It's up to you. Wang Yan said lightly, and immediately sat cross-legged in place, his fingertips flicked, and the Xuantian Knife suspended in front of him was under his control, and a dark sword suddenly swept over, and then, it suddenly burst towards the huge blood Shura that was two feet away from him.

The Floating Spirit Knife Technique was skillfully displayed by Wang Yan, and above the sky, the Xuantian Sword continued to cut through an obscure trajectory, and the brilliant sword light that erupted was fighting with the soul body of the Blood Shura.

At the same time, the Qiankun Cauldron covered the sky, and the ground flames above kept swimming, as if something was brewing, and at a certain moment, with a thunderous explosion, the ground flames above the sky suddenly peeled out of it, like lightning, and swept away towards the Blood Shura who was fighting fiercely with the Xuantian Sword below.

"Boom, boom..."

The earth-shattering explosion sounded continuously, and the thunder formed by the earth's flames continued to fall towards the Blood Shura with a palpitating power, and the strange temperature carried above seemed to have a kind of restraint power for the demon spirit, making the Blood Shura roar again and again, constantly roaring angrily.

"Damn waste, weak ant, do you think this will stop me?" Blood Shura roared angrily, the dark sword of the Xuantian Sword and the thunder power of the earth flame above the Qiankun Cauldron all had the power to restrain his demon spirit, making him extremely angry at the moment.

"Despicable ant, since you like to manipulate these external forces so much, then... It also allows you to taste the taste brought by this external force. After resisting another round of attacks, the Blood Shura roared in the sky, and then, the blood-red body suddenly floated away, and faintly, Wang Yan saw that above the sky, a blood-red shovel flickered.

The shovel was blood-red, and above the shovel body, there were nine hollowed-out star carvings, eight of which had been infected with blood-red, and only the last one was in an empty state.

"Merge my soul with you, and see if your weak soul is stronger, or if I... Even better!" Blood Shura's voice came from above the sky, and then, the blood rain that turned into a sky suddenly drifted down, and the speed was so fast that it just instantly poured into Wang Yan's body.

"Poof..."

An extremely brutal force made Wang Yan open his mouth and spew out a blood mist, and the originally condensed soul state was also blurred, and even because of the immersion of the blood Shura demon spirit body, Wang Yan's body was also covered by a layer of red blood light.

"Snort..."

The three earth flames disappeared out of thin air under Wang Yan's control, and at the same time, the Xuantian Knife turned into a wisp of black sword, which instantly submerged into Wang Yan's body, and as for the Qiankun Cauldron that replaced the sky, it also began to flicker in the lines at this moment, enveloping Wang Yan who was sitting cross-legged below with a painful face.

"In that case... Let's compete, in the end, who can get out of here!" Wang Yan had a touch of obsession in his mind, watching the Qiankun pot turn into the size of a turtle shell and slowly fall, and finally cover it with him, like a tomb in the shape of a turtle shell, isolating everything inside, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The silence in the small world was restored again, and the darkness made people's hearts palpitate, and no one knew that at this moment, in the darkness, there was a long soul battle under the cover of something like a turtle shell.

At the same time, due to the isolation of the Qiankun pot, in the Holy Maiden Hall, Meng Hao's face changed slightly, and he immediately looked into the palm of his hand, where a silver-white point of light quietly disappeared.

"This..."